Long Abercrombie Poems

...Duncan pulled free and sprinted, half-mad,
tears streaming as he made his retreat,
he’d never imagined hell this bad,
and didn’t much care if they were beat.
All he desired was to get clear,
to run himself far away from...

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Duncan was a young British soldier,
new recruit at fifteen years of age,
a good lad who followed his orders,
he was a fifer who liked to play,
his tunes directed men in the field,
the Blackwatch soldiers who didn’t...

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NOTE: Just had to bring ol' Barry T. back. As you may remember, he's deffo not a Poe fan, what with his classic poem The Raven portraying ravendom as nothing but a bunch of dimwits...

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it's easy to imagine the moon fell out of the sky
but no, it's still up there, where it's always been
    I look around to see what chases me; nothing moves...
  ...

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Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides...

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There … 
It was
dark. England, 
set down,  and stretched out 
for miles, 
and days 
without end
Far afield her quondam spirit,
But forever sprawling
Beneath 

Discouraging clouds 
with unbroken tears 
that washed out …
cricket games 
and pigeon...

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Please watch your words
Your not worthless
They just are mindless
self indulgent
Abercrombie zombies
and they can't carry
the thought of being truly
in love
and it should never matter
what sex your partner is
love is love
so don't doubt yourself
don't doubt your love
Just...

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I do not wish to proffer an explanation 
What I wish to do is stand still a moment
Whilst you now observe me

I have this vantage point

Aware yet blind to perspective
We both presume
What I hope to...

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For three and a half years I have craved your heart
Another five months and our paths will depart 
Your hair is always a midnight beautiful and your figure so gently thin 
Rose pedals is what...

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What's all this fuss about 
Haven't I furnished all your dreams 
Wildest and the untouched ones 
You Cantankerous bullheaded moron .
Your  beastly charm woos me so much
So that I completely asphyxiate myself 
Bent on...

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Fiery I canst me be a man of the 50 feet spacecraft, he ask is he or rampant bugger me skipper
Ask not oh mister jakin, weep not sir  Abercrombie here where does it go
I...

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Way Back When I Was Ten Years Old
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler


I'm laying here remembering way back when I was ten years old,
     my mumma taught me to cook, even though the food...

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Should I look up, I see it all clearly
The route, the goal, the possibilities

To be cradled and lie on fluffy pillows
Or perhaps impossible dreams

Then there's the drowning
Oh how I'll drown if I leave the shore

From...

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All the gym's a stage
And all the pale boys merely players;
Unconvincing ones, too.

At the theatre entrance 
I part with pride
For a curious form of Vaudeville.

The maxims of inertia invert.
No longer are the masters
Of the ruling...

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Trouble dazes into the spin of day
life hazes eyes with glimmer shimmer sun
and sickness breeds torment for the hear say
and I just try to remain the one sane

brushing teeth, the sound dictates many words,
listening until...

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It's all me
How I perceptualise 
I place the chalice of expectation within reach
Then plead with my shadow for just one sip
I myself project the watchers, to create my own unease
Always completely lost to the now
No...

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nothing really holds us in place
  and I'm not sure where we go to
    when we rear up
  then some semblance of order 
    restores, everything settles...

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So little is on the ground
It's desolate, or so it feels
As I'm trying hard to get away 
I don't see the blades of grass
Or feel the coolness on my bare feet
I want to climb to...

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(In memory of Frankie Abercrombie)

Back to School, your
last year
Same ole stuff, but
fresh, New gear
With a promising future
that is clear
Dressed for the Prom like
a Cavalier
Standing next to a girlie, you
hold So dear
Grinning and posing, your heart
full...

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(Dedicated to Mrs. Regena Abercrombie)

She Still Cries
Like any Mother, when their Baby dies
Although, in Public, She wears a disguise
Let Alone, that We can Still see it, her Eyes
How, She longs for the One, in the...

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